β Scribed by McEwan, Deb
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"Ken thought he was having a nightmare. He felt fingers prodding him and he couldnβt breathe. The fingers turned to fully formed hands and they multiplied as he watched in fascination as their prodding became more urgent and they started to pull and poke at his body. It took him a while to realise he wasnβt sleeping. The cold realisation that the pain in his chest had killed him hit like a punch in the guts. He would have been furious had he not been so frightened. Ken tried to compose himself and waited for the beckoning white light that he knew must surely come. But the scabby, gnarled and bloody hands started dragging him downwards. To add to his fear he looked around and saw a number of faces closing in; some tortuous, some smiling, but all gruesome. The hands pulled him further down and the faces taunted him. He screamed but no one came to help."
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